Date: Thu, 04 May 2000 01:54:11 GMT
From: Kim Cheng
Subject: Afternoon Delight FF Encounters, Interracial
Afternoon Delight
for Coni and for Gail
by Lotuseater
It was the occasion of Colin Wu's fortieth birthday, and it promised to be a
really special event.
Vivienne Wu had spent weeks planning the surprise party to be held in
Veronica's, Willow Lake's toniest restaurant. All the town's elite would be
there, eager to celebrate with the popular couple.
She decided to take time to relax. Disrobing, she rummaged through the
capacious closet adjoining her bedroom bath as warm water filled her
claw-footed tub.
The cool air was delightfully refreshing against Vivienne's bareness. The
roseate tips of her breasts stiffened slightly in response to the sudden
change in temperature. It felt wonderful.
After a few moments' deliberation, she selected a lavender scented oil and
poured a generous dollop into the swirling water. She deeply inhaled the
fumes, sighing with satisfaction.
Vivienne settled into her spacious bath with a contented sigh. It was
eleven o'clock in the morning; there would be more than six hours before the
first guests arrived downtown. She could luxuriate in concupiscent leisure,
anticipating the festivities as eagerly as any guest.
Relaxing in the comfort of the spa, Vivienne's hands roamed over her fine
body. Not a little self-consciously, she was able to admire her own
still-youthful figure. The fullness of her breasts and the flatness of her
belly, fully nineteen years after childbirth belied her passion for hard
exercise at every opportunity, not the cosmetic enhancements favored by so
many of her neighbors.
Vivienne let her head rest on the edge of the tub. Eyes closed, she let her
fingers idly toy with a nipple that begged for attention, and the warming
cleft between her legs...
Rising to a half-kneeling position, she generously soaped herself and rubbed
both cheeks of her bottom in rich fragrant lather.
She considered the festive nature of the anniversary (and her own
now-aroused condition) and impulsively decided to secure the secrecy of that
night's get-together with another special present for Colin, one guaranteed
to take him off guard and put him at ease. And it would most certainly
relax her into the bargain.
Vivienne got up quickly. Rapidly drying herself, she padded barefoot to the
kitchen.
Still nude, she made a picnic hamper of grapes, pate de foie gras, a
baguette, caviar, strawberries and a split of champagne. Her eye fell on
the drawer where the bags and foil resided.
Taking a carton, she made some quick passes over her torso. The clear
plastic flattened her breasts and matted down her thick black bush, already
fluffy after drying in the air for a few minutes. It clung tightly to her,
accentuating her curves, flattering while concealing nothing.
Vivienne drew on a pair of silk stockings and her very sexiest shiny black
Italian heels, trimmed with thin golden bands. Preparations complete, she
threw on her fur. It covered her to mid-thigh, so her secret was safe so
long as she stood up straight. But the knowledge that she was naked to the
world under her coat excited her, and her pussy tingled and moistened with
each step she took.
Placing the basket into her convertible, she roared off to Colin's office
for a little romantic luncheon. A soft smile played over her lips, as her
nipples burned for her husband's touch. Dessert would most certainly be the
high point of this particular little picnic.
Vivienne wondered if she should see her husband in the parking lot if she
could contain herself, or if she'd pounce on him then and there. She
decided to wait and see what developed.
Heather Fahey, Colin Wu's ebullient receptionist and Girl Friday of three
years, was industriously organizing her electronic files and deleting unused
files at her workstation. Efficient and smart, the twenty-five year old
dearly loved her work and adored her employer and his family.
The Wus had invited her to their home many times for dinner, and considered
her one of the family. More than once, Vivienne and Colin had arranged for
the occasional eligible bachelor or two to be present during Heather's
visits, but not one had ever left with her telephone number.
When pressed, she'd always dismiss the discussion with an airy wave of her
hand and a light laugh that she'd await "the right one."
Heather did have her work and career to occupy her, for now. Her spare time
was spent at the gym, or reading, or at night school. Sometimes her
self-imposed dedication made demands on her body and mind, and it was
increasingly difficult for her to sublimate the natural pressures of biology
by again redoubling her relentless efforts at industrious
self-improvement...
Still smiling to herself, Vivienne swept into the tastefully appointed foyer
of her husband's offices. The furnishings were elegantly simple, their
quiet appearance providing an ambience of tranquil professionalism.
Vivienne smiled warmly as she saw Heather.
Her emerald green eyes, framed by stylish chestnut brown bangs, twinkled and
sparkled as always. And her dress was typically impeccable, like Heather
sensible, attractive and perfectly at ease. Vivienne liked her pert
attractiveness and always agreeable disposition.
Vivienne was always impressed by her consistent enthusiasm and bubbly
personality. That dazzling smile was infectious, and Heather's omnipresent
laugh was never long in coming.
"Hi, Mrs. Wu!" Heather swivelled in her seat and cheerfully greeted
Vivienne. Colin's secretary's features lit up at the sight of her
employer's wife, then abruptly clouded. "I hope everything's all right."
"Just fine, Heather. I just thought I'd surprise Colin for lunch. We're
still on for tonight, right?" Winking, Vivienne reached for the door to his
office.
Heather smiled in relief, then again frowned. She twisted a lock of hair in
sudden agitation.
"Oh, but Mr. Wu had an old college friend drop by unexpectedly and he took
him to the club. I'm so sorry."
Now it was Vivienne's turn to look crestfallen.
All the way to his office, she'd been looking forward to making passionate
love to Colin (on his desk!), and it looked as if her plans would be
frustrated until late that night, possibly early the next morning.
Momentarily distracted by her disappointment and horniness, Vivienne
absent-mindedly set down the hamper on the coffee table and sagged into the
brown leather sofa.
She was reminded of her state of undress when she followed Heather's frank
stare at her unclothed bottom.
Reddening to the roots of her hair, she hurriedly rose to leave.
Heather, meanwhile, had suddenly come to appreciate Vivienne's beauty in a
new way, and was mutely dry-mouthed.
"Well, I've taken up enough of your time, Heather..." Vivienne stammered.
Heather continued to gaze fixedly at Vivienne's sex, as though she could see
through the glossy black coat. She swallowed with an effort.
"Um, Mrs. Wu?" Heather licked her lips, unsure of what to say or do but
conscious of a sort of trickling warmth emanating from between her legs,
even as her nipples began to harden.
"What is it, Heather?" asked the flustered Vivienne, nervously mindful of
the focus of Heather's interest.
"Er, I...that is, mmm...I...seem to be...free for lunch...myself..."
She raised her vision to shyly look into Vivienne's own brown eyes.
Vivienne stood stock still for a moment, lips half-parted with shock. Her
ivory teeth pensively closed on the edge of her lips. She took careful
assessment of Heather.
Both women were now freely blushing from combined arousal and nervousness.
Vivienne felt the condensation from her saran-shrouded body tickling her,
making her even more attentive to Heather's sudden interest. The familiar
tingling within her thighs was building and the air was pregnant with
electricity.
"I wouldn't like to impose on you Heather..."
"It's no bother all, Mrs. Wu!" Heather put in.A smile crooked Vivienne's
cheek.
"If you're sure?"
"Very!" Heather assured her.
"All right, then." Vivienne thought for a moment. "Be a dear and take my
coat?" she asked coquettishly.
Heather came around the receptionist's station and, from behind Vivienne,
placed her hands on the lapels of the fur. She involuntarily gasped when
the coat slid off Vivienne's bare shoulders, and took a sharp breath when
she saw how her boss's wife was attired.
"Love your outfit, Mrs. Wu!" Heather enthused.
"This old thing?" Vivienne blushed as much with pleasure from Heather's
brazen look as her lfirting. Heather's sincere manner, even with more than
a hint of irony, put her at complete ease.
Heather took the coat and thoughtlessly tossed it aside like a sack of
trash, never taking her eyes from Vivienne's revealed form. Neither woman
took notice of the abandoned fur.
"It suits you. Very...flattering."
Vivienne ran her hands along her body, down her flanks.
"Really?"
Heather blinked, nodded.
Vivienne drew closer to Heather. Face to face, lips almost touching, she
lowered her voice to a smoldering whisper.
"Maybe you'd like to try it on. For size."
She began to unbutton Heather's blouse as she bent to those pliant lips.
"Mmm. Then maybe I'd better get out of these things..."
Moaning softly, they embraced as they exchanged a deep, burning kiss.
Tongues danced, first probing then caressing.
Their mouths fused together as both pairs of hands freed Heather from her
clothing.
Lips still clinging to each other, hungrily sucking on one another's pulsing
tongues, they stripped the plastic from Vivienne.
Vivienne caught a brief glimpse of a lacy push-up brassiere and a very sexy
matching white thong from the corner of her half-closd eyes. Then both
women were gloriously naked, hands exploring as tongues continued to flirt
and tease.
She revelled in the sensation of soft skin and hard nipples, of silken hair
and furry muff.
The heavy perfume of aroused woman-scent hung in the air, like the inviting
aroma of the rarest viands of a gourmet feast.
An alabaster shoulder invited a caress, then the sexy cheek of Heather's
bottom attracted Vivienne's palm. Her head was filled with Heather's scent
and she gently nuzzled the girl's collarbone with her nose.
Her hands were drawn everywhere at once, in a thousand directions. Vivienne
was in an ecstasy of indecision, as to where next to pay homage to the
girl's marvels. Her fingers combed slowly through silky brown hair,
delighting in the smoothness of hair so similir to, yet so subtly unlike her
own black locks.
"Mmmm..." Vivienne broke the kiss slowly, eyes rolled in licentious abandon.
Inspiration struck her.
"Heather, be a darling and please get my coat."
"You- you're not thinking of leaving before we've eaten?" Heather panted.
Saying nothing, Vivienne merely replied with another searing kiss.
Heather looked about, wild-eyed and ruddy-faced.
Mouth hungrily agape, she spotted the abandoned fur and crawled over to it,
as that seemed to her lust-addled brain the quickest way to return to
Vivienne's addictive kisses. All but drooling, she scooped up the coat and,
still on her knees, presented it to Vivienne.
"Thank you, dear." Vivienne brushed Heather's cheek with her lips and was
rewarded with the sight of fresh gooseflesh adoring her arms, a sure sign of
her mounting excitement.
Vivienne spread the rich fur, lining side down, on the thickly piled carpet.
She guided the obedient secretary to the soft black wilderness of lush
coat and was pleased to see her newfound lover squirm with pleasure at the
sensation.
"Ooh...Mrs. Wu..." Heather almost fainted with delight.
They returned to the easy pace of their unhurried lovemaking.
Resuming their passionate oral explorations, their fingers roved as of their
own volition.
Vivienne felt Heather squirm and thrust her hips, her feverish body
twitching and spasming with each touch. She was as gratified at the girl's
responsiveness as with her own unexpected prowess as a lover.
She bent her head to devote more attention to Heather's magnificent breasts.
Vivienne unpinned her shoulder-length hair and let it fall down along her
face. She used her head like a broom, letting the hair trail across those
flawless tits.
Vivienne's middle finger slipped easily into Heather's steaming hot slit and
she felt her writhe beneath her head.
The tickling sensation from Vivienne's tresses was driving Heather wild.
She felt more alive than she'd ever imagined possible and she wanted more of
Vivienne's sensational lovemaking. Bent over backwards at the knees, she
felt her own body respond to the wonderful stimulation and it drove her
wild.
When Vivienne slipped her slick finger from her, she shuddered. Then she
shook all over as those still-slippery fingers deliberately took her left
nipple between them and rolled it until she thought she'd go out of her
mind. Vivienne's hot mouth at her right breast was all the additional
attention she needed to bring her off.
Vivienne's other hand clutched at Heather's bottom as she felt her cheeks
clench and rise with her spectacular orgasm.
The waves of pleasure washed over her helpless form and Heather dropped flat
on her back, exhausted.
The sight of the recumbent secretary, hair all askew and one arm thrown up
on the floor above her head was an erotic symphony to Vivienne's
appreciative eye, and she drank the sexy vision in with great satisfaction.
Heather slowly sat up.
Vivienne admired how her abdominal muscles visibly bulged and contracted as
her upper body effortlessly lifted from the fur.
"Something I've always wanted to try..." Heather whispered.
She shifted the willing Vivienne onto her back. Now it was Vivienne's turn
to enjoy the heat of the naked fur on herback, tickling and stimulating her
even as Heather felt her all over.
Her head fell back onto the coat, and she watched Heather part her legs.
Soft hands stroked her thighs, then her calves.
Fascinated, Vivienne stared as Heather lavished attention on her perfect
legs, then her dainty feet. Then she began to moan involuntarily as she
watched Heather take her left foot in both hands and guide those toes into
her hot mouth.
The feeling was indescribably overwhelming. The moist heat from Heather's
tongue, the sensuous suckling and the low deep groans coming from deep in
the girl's chest...Vivienne sighed deeply.
She cried out as Heather traced one hand blindly along her leg, seemingly
languidly but deliberately to the source of those aphrodisiac musks
perfuming the office with the unmistakeable scent of sex.
Heather licked and sucked in earnest now, as her fingers dipped and thrust
and diddled and tweaked. She found Vivienne's erect clitoris and pinched
it, as she took the big toe into her mouth and drew powerfully on it.
"Unh!" Vivienne grunted aloud as her quivering pussy spewed hot cum all over
Heather's hand. Her body twitched spastically and she threw back her head
as her back arced of its own accord, thighs clamped against Heather's still
busy finger...
Her disbelieving eyes clung to Heather as she saw the girl bring her hand to
her mouth to savor the rewards of her labors. The whites of Heather's eyes
showed under fluttering lids as she licked the fragrant cream from her
fingers.
"Well, shall we see what else we have to...eat?"
END